Chapter 299 Ssxsm 8

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• Vivian.
• Guilt is a living thing. Some mornings it’s a quiet ache in my stomach, easily ignored as I pour coffee and pretend I’m still the woman Gerald married. Other times, it claws at my insides, sharp and relentless, whispering that everything I’ve built will come crashing down because of what I can’t seem to stop needing. I thought I could hold it together. I thought I was strong enough to keep lines drawn in the sand.